It’s Friday! Time to look back a things I’m thankful for in my world this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post. This is kind of a mush-mash post with good things melded together. I think that’s okay. 🙂
Gerry and I have been Moose Jaw residents for six months today. We’re on the home stretch with the backyard Grass to Garden project, but I’m hoping we’ll take a midday break and go out for lunch to celebrate. We’ll see. Once you’re closing in on the finish line it can be tough to pause.
We’re awaiting delivery on two more raised gardens, but the soil is arriving today and we’ll be filling the four that are already in place. I’m already dreaming of planting—albeit late this year, but there’s still time. The raised beds on the deck are already feeding us with salad. I love having morning coffee out there and wandering around surveying the growth, and mornings are about to get exponentially better with the big beds in place.
In between work outside (which, to be honest, Gerry has done far more than I, even roping in the neighbours on either side to put pea gravel down on the areas between our houses), I’ve been busy this week with website work for the InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship. I can easily get lost in behind-the-scenes techie work. It’s my virtual happy place (in a very different way than the garden is).
I’m picking up two cases of strawberries this morning, planning to freeze most of them and debating whether to make jam or wait for raspberries(the favourite around here). There will be strawberries and vanilla ice cream and maybe strawberry shortcake happening too.
We had a big storm one evening this week reminiscent of the ones I remember from when I was a kid living here. There were reports of hail and funnel clouds (which thankfully, didn’t touch down), booming thunder, pretty lightening, and a downpour of rain. It seemed like a downpour, though our rain gauge recorded only a half inch.
It’s been a good, and very full week. So much to be thankful for.
Can I add one more?
The greening fields I drive past every day going to and from Caronport. Still, after six months, I catch myself smiling and there’s a little catch in my heart at the realization that I get to live here at long last.